Feb 05, 2007 13:08
So it seems like most people I know actually enjoy going to their barber/salon/stylist. Not so much me. I don't know why. It pushes some personal barrier issue buttons with me that I can't explain. This more than anything is why I tend to let my hair grow really long between cuts. I try to limit myself to 3, maybe 4 haircuts a year. I would just let it go, but being blessed by thin, straight, boring locks and a prominent forehead, that is not such a great idea.
So this weekend I bought a decent pair of clippers, and I have decided that I am going to train Dre to cut hair. Specifically mine.
Unless... Do any of you people I call friends have secret grooming skills?. I have discovered in the past that my other-people-touching-my-hair-issue extends only to strangers. So if I know you and you think you can make my hair shorter and hipper without sending me to work with a mohawhk (not that that would necessarily be a problem, my work enviro is pretty lax) I will totally pay you the 20 dollars I would be forking over to some stranger.
Or (and preferably) I can bake you some sugar cookies and go crazy decorating them. I have been doing a lot of decorative baking recently. Too much really. I can still taste the royal icing I mixed on Friday.